ANDREAThe next morning, instead of going to Rhodes as usual, I headed for my magazine's new office in Madrid, my mind already braced for what was waiting there.I had received a call from Rebecca the previous night, her voice low and urgent, informing me that the board was holding an emergency meeting that morning to discuss disciplinary measures for me. The words had landed like a slap, even hours after I'd hung up the phone. Disciplinary measures. As though I were the one who had betrayed a confidence, leaked a story, set fire to months of careful, fragile trust.And I was to find the person behind the article, along with their source, or face the consequences myself.I had come to Madrid for a promotion, I thought bitterly, watching the city blur past the cab window in streaks of gray morning light, not to answer for an action that had absolutely nothing to do with me. The injustice of it sat heavy in my stomach, curling tighter with every block we passed.I was not going to le
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